Jesus Christ is real!
I was raised in a catholic family. Back in 1980 I accepted Jesus Christ as Lord and Savior. My sins were forgiven and my name was written in HIS book of life. I was born again of The Spirit and have a personal relationship with Jesus Christ. I was 38 years old.
About a year later my second wife and I were at a gathering at a cabin at the lake about 15 miles from town. She was being her usual self, flirting with other guys, sitting on their laps, etc. I was quite upset with her behavior and quietly slipped out and drove back to town. While driving I pulled the wedding ring off, rolled down the window and flung it.
My wife, her sister-in-law and I spent hours that summer looking for the ring. One time a friend was driving by and asked what I was looking for. I told him.
I was attending an Apostolic church at that time and decided I would get baptized according to scripture. As I was about to get dunked, my wife stormed in and caused quite a ruckus, yelling that this church is demonic and that what I was doing is of the devil. She is a staunch catholic. I was baptized. At this time I did not know that my wife was a paranoid schizophrenic. Later that fall she packed her stuff and moved to a city some 350 mi away. (What happened between my baptism and her leaving is another story.)
I Had no contact with her till the next summer my phone rang. “I love you and I miss you” she said. “I’ll be there in 2 hours” I said. (Ok, it’s a ½ drive to the airport and a 1 ½ hr flight in my slick airplane.) On the way to the airport I had an uncontrollable urge to pull over and take a quick look for the ring. I said, “Ok Lord you want me to pull over and find that ring.” I thought this would be great. So I pulled over and went looking for the ring. While looking for it, that same friend drove by and stopped and said “Are you still looking for that ring?” I said, “I am and I’ll find it.” He laughed and drove away. I was a bit embarrassed. I said, “Jesus, I can’t find the ring and I’m wasting time here.” I walked to the car and went to open the door, my hand froze. I couldn’t move my hand. I said, “Alright Jesus you made me pull over to find that ring, I can’t find it, show me where it is and I’ll go pick it up.” My hand let go of the door and I walked back of the car about 23 paces. I stopped and focused my eyes on the ground. The ring was 1 inch from my cowboy boot toe. “JESUS, YOU’RE REAL.” I yelled. My hair was standing straight up, I laughed, I danced, I cried. Not because I found the ring, but because JESUS CHRIST IS REAL.